He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 467

He stood frozen, watching the scene unfold. The woman lying unconscious on that stretcher was legally his wife, yet the man hovering over her, offering endless tenderness and fiercely guarding her, was his former best friend.

He had trailed closely behind them, attempting to intervene multiple times, but Julian’s overwhelming, authoritative presence had effortlessly shut him out.

He was the only one who had the right to say *"I’m here,"* yet in that frantic rush, he had been reduced to a pathetic bystander—an entirely irrelevant background character in his own wife's life.

As the heavy emergency room doors slid shut, sealing her away, Julian remained planted in the hallway, his eyes locked on the doors with a look of pure, agonizing devotion. It was as if his entire world was trapped inside that room.

Yardley’s restraint completely snapped. The boiling rage he had been suppressing exploded. He lunged forward, his fist connecting squarely with Julian’s jaw in a brutal right hook.

"You son of a bitch!"

"Holding my wife right in front of me! You have zero respect left, do you? You used to lecture me about crossing lines, but look at you! You’re not just crossing a line—you're having an outright affair!"

His chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot and blazing with fury.

Caught off guard, Julian stumbled back a few paces, the metallic taste of blood pooling in his mouth. He wiped the crimson streak from his split lip, but instead of backing down, his gaze hardened into something dangerously cold and unflinching.

"That's enough!"

His voice was a low, glacial warning. "What right do you have to hit me? What right do you have to stand there and play the victim?"

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